This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.
There was the green and yellow walking stick one of the Masai warriors had presented her on their trip to Kenya. On that trip she was able to witness the great migration of the wildebeest. She said that was her most prized memory ever. And on another shelf was the picture I had taken of Uluru just after sunrise.
She started traveling late in life. She intensified her schedule as her health declined sharply. She continued to add to her list of places she wanted to visit.
The latest travel magazine arrived today.
I’m still adding to her list.